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Originally posted by azert Shit, I didn't even realize it was Friday the 13th. And now it's Saturday. Such a waste of a Friday the 13th.

Saturday: Maybe going to Shibuya, with a couple of old friends. Don't know if I really want to cause they'll just end up getting wasted and I'm broke. So no fun for me.

Sunday: Maybe run with some people in the morning, but that depends on what I do Saturday.

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really though you dumb asshole....no one cares! If you died on friday the 13th after a black cat pissed on you no one would care.... I fucking hate you and someday I hope we meet. Kicking ass (and face) makes me feel great!

Yes, I am planning to get FUCKED UP. I have a fifth gallon of some lovely Tanqueray gin sitting on my coffee table. My buddy is throwing himself a going away party, he has a watermelon full of vodka, three full kegs of beer, enough hennessy to swim in and a bottle of Patron. He bought so much liquor these guys from the beer company that sponsor parties and shit decided they would sponsor this shit with spotlights, signs, more free beer, music, etc. I think they got a live dj. And they have told my man that he doesn't get his security deposit back, so he doesn't care what happens to the house. I am going to begin calling hoes in a couple hours. And no, I don't refer to all ladies as hoes, just the ones that will sleep with you for a couple beers and some sweet talk.

friday: go to walls & take pics - get angry at faggot writers
saturday: hopefully hunt down faggot writers and beat the shit out of them - also going to a scandanavian festival with my girl
sun: hopefully hunt down faggot writers and beat them up again